We are all in love with appearances
No one knows the real us.
They look and all they want to see.
Is a version of them in us.
Like icing on a cake,
Pretty on the outside
No one knows what's ugly on the inside
Okay inside could be devilish like chocolate or sweet like vanilla.
They act so surprise when we change
Change to our real self
Look at us with disappointment
So much regret & disgusted.
Like we were false to be us
Rather be a doll instead.
The world runs with appearance.
Thus we put on a mask
Originality died a long time
Good and bad, wrong and right is false
Cause morality is made up society.
To make them feel good
For the drums they do